Georgia and I. And Bud and I. Are discussing What I Should Do Next and this conversation is very necessary and also very annoying. Very necessary because Bud is tired of listening to me moan endlessly about the tips I don't make and the guy I work with who has 3 drunk driving charges on his record. And then, at the end of the night, we all watch him RUN to the package store, with what little tip money he made. Because he doesn't have a car. Because, see above. And although it is funny, some of the odd decisions and scrapes the people I work with get in, it is also sad and hard to be around all the time. Then of course there is also the matter of making very little money and, after spending the time on college, well, might as well
try to use it, huh?
The pet-finding business did work. Does work. It just doesn't work exactly how I wanted it to and call me spoiled, but I find myself putting less and less energy into it which is exactly how to ensure that it does not succeed. At least in not any particularly sparkling, sustainable way. So long story short, I am proud to have run a business in my 20's. Happy to know what it takes and how to start one again should I decide to later in life, but also, I think, letting this one go. Wow, it feels oddly good to say that. Also scary because now what the hell?
Which brings me to the annoying part. Ever since, hm, maybe 18 years old, this has been a central issue in my life. It starts as, "What will you major in?" and then "Why will you major in that - to teach?" and then, "What're you going to do when you graduate in 3 weeks?" and on. And on.
